Nurturing that little girl

So, therapy continues to be interesting.  We've still been working with the different parts inside my mind and the roles they play (and the roles they THINK they're playing) and I'll be honest, it still kind of freaks me out sometimes.  I feel weird imaging and talking to all these different "parts."  But, we've discovered something.  After working with several different parts, we have discovered the "little girl" in me, and a lot of the parts seem to think they're supposed to be protecting her.

This little girl is terrified, and she's alone.  She's trying to protect herself, which is when a lot of these parts have developed, and they work hard to protect her.  One of the exercises I was supposed to work on one week, was just to try to comfort and nurture that little girl.  Give her a hug, let her know she's not alone and doesn't need to be scared anymore.  But every time I tried to get near her to try to comfort her, all those parts became active again.  The depressed part, that raging storm outside the house, would be begin to destroy anything and anyone that tried to get near the house.  The little girl would hide in a corner, protected by my scared, lonely, controlling, and dark parts in particular.  She's still scared.  She's scared of the things outside her bedroom door, she doesn't want to keep getting hurt.  She's trying to protect herself from the bullies when she was younger, from the hurtful comments that even the people closest to her, and were supposed to love her most, made all the time, from the actions of others that terrified her to hiding in her bedroom curled in a ball sobbing, not knowing how to deal with it.  She's protecting herself from the "friends" that destroyed her, from the feelings of worthlessness and not feeling good enough all of her life.  She's created this protective bubble and won't let anyone or anything near it.  Not even me.  She just keeps hiding.  She's still terrified.  She still feels completely alone.  She's still hiding in a corner in her bedroom sobbing.

It's been really hard to handle, honestly.  Whenever I try to hug her and let her know she's not alone and doesn't have to be afraid anymore, all those parts start to become very active again, even if I had managed to keep them calm for a little bit.  The parts that are most difficult to deal with are the depressed and dark parts.  Those parts become active, and all of a sudden I'm back to sobbing and not being able to get out of bed, I'm keeping a distance from people and shutting down, I'm struggling to not self-harm and fighting suicidal thoughts.  And then that little girl just starts feeling worse.  It's been quite a battle.  While everything that we've been doing in therapy is good, it has also been very hard.  I'm trying to find ways to slowly approach this little girl, to help her see me and trust me so that I can get close enough to nurture and comfort her because there was no one to nurture or comfort her ever before.

As weird as all the "parts" stuff is, it's helped me become a little more self-aware and present, it allows me to step back from everything and try to see and understand what is going on and to "talk" to these parts so that they can also understand what is going on and that maybe sometimes they just need to step back a little bit.  In all seriousness, if you have not seen the movie "Inside Out", you should see it, the whole "parts" thing will probably make more sense after that.

Why depression being misunderstood in the church, caused me to leave

Most people know that I left the church for several years about halfway through high school until about 5 and 1/2 years ago when I finally came back.  I often talk about the time I spent away, and I talk even more about how I came back; but I don't often talk about what pushed me away.  Today, I'm going too.

I've suffered with depression for about as long as I can remember, but it started to get a lot worse in middle and high school.  I was frustrated.  Church wise, I was doing everything I was supposed too- I was reading my scriptures, saying my prayers, going to church and young women's, I finished the young women's personal progress before I was a Mia Maid (they had just made changes to the program, allowing you to finish before you were 18.)  I was going to Seminary and doing everything else I thought I was supposed to, but my depression continued, and it continued to get worse.  From the things that I had been told in church, I thought it was all my fault.  I couldn't figure out what major sin I had committed that would cause such despair and anguish.  Everyone around me at church, including leaders, were telling me things like ---
                                          "You just need to pray more"
                                          "You need to be more spiritual"
                                          "You need to be more worthy"
                                          "You're not doing something right"
                                          "Just believe more"
                                          "If you just ask, Heavenly Father will make it go away"
                                           Among many other things
These things were being continually thrown in my face.  It got to the point, where I believed it.  I didn't understand a lot about depression at the time, despite having suffered from it for a long time.  I believed that it was all my fault, that I wasn't worthy enough for Heavenly Father to care about to make it go away, that it was my fault I couldn't make it go away etc etc etc.  Eventually, I pushed away from the church, I couldn't find myself to believe in anything I had been taught there anymore.  At the time, I was in high school and it was the same time my brother was also pulling away from the church.  I know that hurt my mom, so to try to spare some of her feelings, I didn't "officially" pull away until after high school.  Until then, I simply went through the motions.

After about 4 or 5 years away, I slowly made my way back to church; a lot of things happened to get me there until it was like Heavenly Father was hitting me over the head with a 2x4 or something.  At that point, I had started learning more about my depression and other things I suffered with (and still continue to learn.)  As soon as I came back, I began looking on Deseret Books for books that would help me understand depression better in relation to the church.  I found this book called "Matters of the Mind: Latter-day Saint Helps for Mental Illness"  (you can find it on Deseretbook.com here if you're interested.  It covers several different mental illnesses, not just depression).  This book was a great help in helping me understand more about the role my depression has in my life, and in the gospel.  It was especially helpful when it explained that not being able to feel the Spirit sometimes (or often times) is common, and isn't a result of anything I'm doing.  It came down to knowing that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ could hear me, but I couldn't hear them.  I have since learned that that is when I should ask for a Priesthood blessing.  My darkest times are when I need to be able to feel the Spirit the most, and that's usually when I can't feel it at all; receiving a Priesthood blessing allows the Spirit and Heavenly Father to go around that depression, and communicate with me through someone else.

In this month's Ensign, there is a wonderful article about depression.  (For anyone who doesn't know, the Ensign is a spiritual magazine geared towards adults produced by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints).  The article is by a woman who didn't even know she had depression at first, and felt a lot of the same things that I also felt in regards to the church.  She points out something very important in the article

Understanding that there are spiritual side effects from depression is important for Latter-day Saints dealing with their own depression or that of loved ones. Depression, in all forms, alters perception, making it difficult to feel peace, love, joy, or any of the fruits of the Spirit. It becomes easy to misinterpret sorrow as condemnation by God, thus causing spiritual struggles and sometimes inactivity in the Church. This may cause further distress for individuals and families facing this challenge. 

It is essential to understand that such a spiritual crisis is not a result of spiritual weakness or lack of faith. Rather, depressive feelings and the resulting depressed view of one’s spirituality are usually caused by a chemical imbalance.

 She also quotes a talk Elder Jeffrey R Holland gave a couple of years ago in conference called "Like a Broken Vessel" which is another great source of helping others to understand depression better in the church.

I'm sad to say that there are still times I'm told some of those things from above.  I know that most of the time, people have somewhat good intentions when they say things like what has been/is said to me, so I try really hard not to get mad or frustrated.  But at the same time, I'm not going to lie, it's just to INFURIATING!  I know it just comes from ignorance and a lack of understanding, but the stigma in the church (and out of the church) can be really hard to deal with.  Things like depression, anxiety, OCD, etc etc are illness, they are MENTAL ILLNESSES, just like diabetes, cancer, and heart disease.  You would certainly not walk up to someone who has been diagnosed with cancer and say things like "you just need to pray more", "just try harder", "just believe more" etc etc.  NO!  If they aren't getting treatment yet, you would be encouraging them to see their doctor, to start treatment, to fight.  Just because it's harder to see, doesn't make mental illness any less serious than a physical one.  I'm going to finish this blog off with a little "cartoon" that demonstrates my point quite well--- If physical illness were treated like mental illnesses are-